Old age and treachery always defeats youth and enthusiasm . . .

Farmer Brown buys a brand new stud rooster. He takes the young fellow home and puts him in the chicken run. The cocky young rooster walks over to the old rooster and says: "OK, old fellow, time to retire."

The old rooster says: "You can't handle all these chickens, look at what it did to me!" Just let me have those two old hens over there in the corner. I won't bother you."

The young rooster snarls: "Scram! Beat it! You're washed up! I'm taking over!"

The old rooster thinks for a minute and then says to the young rooster: "Tell you what; I'll race you around the farmhouse. Whoever wins the race gets full domain over the chicken run. The only thing I need is a slight head start"

The young rooster smiles: "No problem. You know I'm going to beat you, old man."

The two roosters line up at the back of the farm house; a hen clucks "Go!" and the old rooster takes off running. Three seconds later the young rooster takes off after him. They round the front of the farm house and the young rooster is only inches behind the old rooster and gaining fast.

Farmer Brown, sitting on the porch, hears the commotion, looks up and sees what's going on. Quickly, he grabs his shotgun and BOOM! The young rooster is blown to smithereens!

Farmer Brown sadly shakes his head in disgust: "Dammit! That makes the third gay rooster I’ve bought this week."